MY LOVER
My lover
with that brazen bare body
stood like death
on his mighty legs importient bent lines
followed
his rebellious limbs
in their firm patterns.
My lover
seems to be lost from generations
as if a tatar
is in constant ambush of horserider
in the depths of his eyes
as if a berber
is transfixed by the warm blood of a prey
in the fresh flash of his teeth